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Turn on your black-light, light a clove, put on some lace gloves, close your eyes, and slowly groove along to The Cure while the zombie apocalypse beats down the bat detailing on your iron-wrought security door. Such a strange day.

My head falls backs/And the walls crash down/And the sky/And the impossible/Explode/Held for one moment I remember a song/An impression of sound/Then everything is gone/Forever/A strange day